In the quiet intimacy of their shared bed, twin brothers Sawyer and Samuel have built a life of tender devotion around their lover Corey—waking each morning tangled together, taking turns claiming him with practiced passion, their bond as unbreakable as it is unconventional.

But beneath the surface of their harmonious triad simmers something deeper and more forbidden: years of unspoken desire between the twins themselves, a pull that neither can deny any longer.

When Samuel finally whispers the truth of his love, the confession shatters every boundary they’ve known, unleashing a raw, soul-deep union that feels both inevitable and transcendent.

As they surrender to each other for the first time, their bodies and hearts merging in exquisite, taboo ecstasy, Corey watches with joyful encouragement, welcoming this new layer into their love.

What begins as a secret awakening becomes the ultimate completion of their family—three souls intertwined, proving that the most profound love defies every rule.

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In the first installment of Wild Ones

Waking up each morning with both Connor and my twin, Samuel, in our big bed brought me a kind of peace I’d never imagined having. We’d made love to Corey this morning, rousing him from his sleep as the sun began to stream in through the window, taking turns with his ass.

Always taking turns. Double-penetrating Corey like we had when our dad’s business partner, Ivan, was watching hadn’t happened again.

I shuffled closer to Samuel, dragging my hip through the wet spot where our cum had leaked from Corey’s well-used hole.

The scent of coffee brewing filled the bedroom. Corey was an early riser, especially after sex, and loved to take care of us. It was the weekend, so he’d be making a full spread of bacon, eggs, and pancakes.

I could hear him bumping around in the kitchen.

Samuel felt me coming to his side of the bed because he stretched his arm out for me to put my head on his shoulder for our morning check-in and time to ourselves. We needed our twin time. I folded against him and snuggled my nose against his warm neck, inhaling his earthy scent.

He curled me into his arms, pulling me closer, and kissed my head.

“Are you happy?’ he asked.

I exhaled. “I love our love for Corey, if that’s what you mean.”

“Not quite.” He held me tighter. “I have something I want to tell you that I’ve been thinking about but haven’t known how to bring it up.”

I furrowed my brow against his cheek as my heart panicked, thrumming hard. Samuel and Corey had a special relationship outside of our throuple. I knew Corey had fallen in love with my twin brother first.

Did they want to pull away from me? I closed my eyes.

“What is it?”

Samuel’s body tensed, his breathing slowed, and his arms around me went stiff. “I wanted to tell you, I love you.”

I exhaled a sigh of relief. “I know. I love you, too.”

Samuel shook his head. “No, that came out wrong.”

He brushed his fingers back and forth on my shoulder, so rapidly and hard, I thought he was going to wear my skin away.

“Jeezus, Samuel … what?” I raised my head to look at him. He had his eyes closed, and he was in the middle of trying to control his breathing, in through his nose, out through his mouth, his chest heaving up and down.

“I’m in love with you,” he whispered.

Pretty sure, my heart stopped for a second.

“You’re going to need to repeat that.”

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Samuel opened his eyes and blinked at me. “You heard me. I’ve fallen in love with you. All right?” He held my gaze for less than a moment, then turned his head from me. It took me a second to remember to breathe.

Was that a thing?

Could siblings fall in love with each other? My pulse pounded in my ears. My heart knew the truth, and it was just now letting me in on the secret.

Jeezus.

I touched Samuel’s face until his eyes met mine again.

He was crying.

“Sam ….” I used my thumb to wipe away some of his tears. “Me, too.”

His brow dipped. “Don’t fuck with me, Sawyer.”

I cupped his face. “I’m not fucking with you. I’m in love with you. Sure, it crept up on me, and my heart hid it from me until you said something, but I’ve fallen hard for you, too. I’m honestly in love with you.”

Samuel closed his eyes and threw his arm over them. “What the hell are we going to do?”

“About what? Because we’re in love?”

“Not sure you realize this, Soy, but that’s not normal. We’re brothers.”

I stroked his cheek with two of my knuckles. “We’re more than our genetics, Sam. We’re two pieces of the same spirit. Us being twins opened us to being closer than other brothers. What you and I have is special.”

Samuel rolled to face me and touched my chin.

A slight tip of my head, and he pressed his lips to mine. I was in heaven. There was nothing wrong with how I felt about him or how he felt about me.

My twin brother was in love with me.

And I was in love with him right back.

As we kissed, Samuel moved his hips closer to me, and his hardening cock pressed against my thigh. It was a pressure I’d become familiar with.

I wrapped my palm around his shaft.

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It’s the time of year for the annual family barbecue. Twins Sawyer and Samuel are present but not mingling with their family or their parents’ friends and business associates. They have other things on their minds. Their encounter with Uncle Jesse has shed light on a few things.

Sawyer wants more from his brother, but Samuel isn’t sure what is happening between them. How their relationship has shifted since sleeping with Corey, their upstairs neighbor.

How it changed again out by Uncle Jesse’s woodshed.

When they see Corey at the barbecue on the arm of their dad’s business partner, Ivan, a conversation ensues. Corey has told Ivan about his night with both twins.

Ivan wants to see it for himself.

Ivan likes to watch.

Being in that position again, where there is no way to avoid touching one another … where will it lead? Do they accept the invite? Will Samuel finally shed the walls he has built?

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In the first installment of Wild Ones

The annual barbecue was a tradition in our family long before my twin brother, Samuel, and I were born. Our parents had always been outgoing, and they continued to hold the best parties.

My first memory of the barbecue, I must have been about five. I had clear memories of Uncle Jesse playing hide-and-seek with us around the yard while our parents’ friends and business associates mingled in clumps on the lawn. He’d broken the tedium for us.

Now, we knew him on a more carnal level. Our week at his house in the woods was still seared into my memory. He’d only fucked us the once, but it had drawn Samuel and me closer.

My cock perked up as I remembered Uncle Jesse’s dick in my ass, pounding and swearing, letting loose into my brother and me. Then the gentle way Samuel had jerked us off afterward.

That wasn’t the last time. We’d spent many nights since facing each other in one bed or the other, kissing fervently and jacking each other off. We often fell asleep with one another now.

“Here.” Samuel nudged me and handed me a beer. The barbecues had become infinitely more interesting once we became legal to drink alcohol. No need for hide-and-seek now. But what also came with age was the expectation that we would engage guests in conversation.

I was a natural at it, but Samuel struggled. Just like he was struggling with our changing relationship. Sometimes after one of our jacking-off sessions, he would leap out of bed, wordlessly, and wouldn’t return to me for the rest of the night, leaving me alone to think.

It was something we needed to talk about, but I didn’t want to scare Samuel off with what I wanted from him as my twin brother. And he was too shy to bring it up.

I leaned against him and brushed the back of my knuckles against his. I loved my brother beyond words. No man would ever be able to compete with how I felt about him.

Samuel sighed, took a sip of his beer, and clung to my fingers. The tenderness only lasted for a moment. We were fairly well hidden in the outdoor kitchen, but we were dancing with danger.

The only person who knew about the shift in our relationship was Uncle Jesse. He’d never say anything to anyone. Why would he? What he’d done to us out by the woodshed deserved a repeat at some point. We’d already made plans with him to go up during the winter to do some snowshoeing and to rip around on the snow machines. I’d dropped hints about wood fires in the fireplace and how I loved to feel the heat on my bare skin. He’d picked up every hint.

“What are you thinking about?” Samuel asked.

I smirked. “Hot sex.”

Samuel snorted. “Some things never change.”

“You took off again last night.” It slipped out before I had a chance to stop where my thoughts were dragging me. I hoped he’d brush me off. This wasn’t the place for this conversation.

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“I needed to think.”

“Yeah … I get that. Been doing a lot of thinking myself.”

Samuel held his beer to his chest. “I don’t understand what’s happening between us. I don’t know where it came from, and I don’t know where it’s going. And it scares me.”

I flung my arm around his shoulders and hugged him to me. “You don’t need to be scared of me. We’ve been through so much together. It’s brought us closer. Especially after Corey.”

Samuel nodded. “That was definitely a turning point. It made me nervous and confused how much I wanted you to touch me. How much I wanted to touch you. I’m not scared of you. I’m scared about where my feelings are taking me. I just can’t wrap my head around it.”

“What are you boys up to?” Our dad strode toward us. “You should be mingling, not hiding out here in the kitchen.” He grabbed Samuel’s arm. “Split up and go talk to people.”

I wrinkled my nose as our dad led Samuel away and approached a group of people with him in tow. I could tell how uncomfortable he was, and that knowledge made my heart hurt for him.

I took a sip of my beer and perused my choices. Most of the people here were from my dad’s office or people he was doing business with. Our house was grand, and he liked showing it off.

Then I spotted him in the far corner of the yard. Corey, our upstairs neighbor. And he was standing close to a man I had known most of my life. My dad’s business partner, Ivan.

Were they here together? I hadn’t known Ivan was gay if they were. I approached the small group of four men. They were discussing the latest business acquisition. My dad’s firm was expanding by buying up smaller law firms and inheriting their client list. It was predatory, which annoyed me. My dad and I had never seen eye to eye. He thought Samuel and I were too soft.

I stepped into the circle of people. “Ivan.” I stuck out my hand, and Ivan shook it. “What are we talking about? The latest bid to take over the world of law firms?”

Ivan laughed. “I know you don’t approve. It drives your dad mental, which infinitely impresses me about you. Your dad is a hard man to rattle.”

I smiled. So, I was getting to dear old dad. Nice to know.

He put his arm at the small of Corey’s back. “This is Corey. My date for the evening.”

“Yes, I know Corey well. He lives upstairs from us. We’ve hung out.”

Ivan’s eyes grew wide, and he excused himself from the group. He led Corey to a quiet corner of the yard, with me two steps behind them. I had a feeling he knew something.

He gripped my bicep. “You’re the twins? The twins?”

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“Corey told you about us.”

“In great detail. Fucked him a few times, calling up those images.”

I put my free hand on my hip. “Didn’t know you were gay, Ivan.”

“I’m not, but Corey caught my eye, and I thought what the hell—why not?”

“Just like that.” I crossed my arms, hugging my beer in the crook of my armpit. “Are you a couple?” God, I hope not. That would be too weird.

“No, it’s just casual,” Corey spoke at last. “I’ve made myself available for him.”

My brow furrowed. I didn’t like the sound of that. Corey was too sweet a guy to be used as a booty-call cum dumpster. He deserved better. But then, maybe, he didn’t want better.

Everyone had their kinks.

Ivan was eyeing me up in a way that made me both uncomfortable and a little turned on. My cock was enthralled by the sultry expression on his face. The gears in his mind were turning.

“Oh, hey, Corey.” Samuel stepped up beside me. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“He’s here with Ivan,” I replied.

Samuel straightened up. “Really? That’s damned small world kind of shit.”

“I think it was destined,” Ivan said.

I touched Samuel’s hand. “He knows about us and Corey.”

“Oh.”

I could feel my brother’s body tense.

“I have an idea,” Ivan said. “I like to watch.”

Here we go.

“I would love to watch Corey being double-teamed by the two of you.”

“Not going to happen,” Samuel replied. “That was a one-time thing.”

I nudged Samuel’s arm. “Was it, though?”

Samuel turned to me. “You’re considering this?”

“Come on, Samuel, even you have to admit … it sounds hot.”

“But we’ve known Ivan since we were kids.”

I tipped my head and raised my eyebrow. He knew exactly what I was referring to without me needing to speak. We’d known Uncle Jesse our whole lives, too. And he was our mom’s stepbrother. We’d let him fuck us hard and fill us with his cum. And we loved it.

Samuel sighed. “Fine.”

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I clapped my hands together. “Awesome.” I turned my attention to Corey. “Is the whole voyeurism thing all right with you? Not touching this if you’re not totally comfortable with it.”

“It wouldn’t be my first time,” Corey replied.

I could ask Corey more about that later. It seemed Ivan had a fetish that Corey was willing to fill. I had to admit that the idea of being watched excited me.

“When?” Samuel asked. “And where?”

“Right,” Ivan replied. “Getting right down to it.” He lifted his phone from his pocket and began scrolling. He must have a busy calendar because he was frowning at it.

“I only have Wednesday afternoon available. Unless you don’t mind meeting after ten.”

“We’re at school in the afternoon,” I answered. “After ten works better for us.”

Ivan smiled at me. “Okay. How’s tomorrow night at ten-thirty?”

“That works,” Samuel replied as he tangled his fingers with mine.

“Your place?” I asked.

Ivan was distracted, watching where our hands were joined. The need for closeness was a new development, often initiated by my twin brother. I knew deep down … he would nuzzle and kiss my neck playfully in public if it weren’t so taboo for us to be even thinking about it.

“You two are close?” Ivan asked. “Like close-close?”

“Somewhat,” Samuel answered. “It’s new. And we have boundaries.”

Ivan shook his head. “Pity. I would’ve liked to watch the two of you fucking.”

Samuel released my hand. Even the thought of my dick up his ass turned him cold. It was out of the question. I needed to accept that and embrace what we did have.

“Does Corey have your cell number?” Ivan asked me.

He did. Not that he’d ever used it. Samuel and I had decided to let Corey approach us if he wanted a repeat of our night together. Turns out, Ivan had been keeping him busy.

“Yeah,” Corey said. “I’ll share it with you.”

“All right.” Ivan looked back and forth between us. “I’ll text you my address.”

The next night, Samuel wasn’t sure whether he wanted to go through with it. I’d finally convinced him to come with me as far as Ivan’s house before he made his final decision.

We were sitting in our truck in the dark on Ivan’s driveway, looking up at the house. Samuel shifted in his seat and put his hand on my thigh. I nearly hummed with affection for him.

“You really want to do this?” he asked.

“Yeah … I’m dying to fuck Corey again.”

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“But with Ivan watching?”

That turned me on more than it probably should, being that he was my dad’s business partner and I’d known him for as long as I could remember. He’d seen Samuel and me running around as kids. We weren’t kids anymore, and Ivan was well aware of that.

Samuel slid his hand into my lap and caressed my stiffening dick through my shorts. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the headrest. I loved it when he touched me like this.

He abandoned my cock and ran his hand up my abs to my chest.

“I need you to kiss me first,” he whispered.

I shifted in my seat, trying to make out his features in the dark. There were slight differences between us. Not noticeable to anyone who didn’t know us well.

I cupped his face and kissed him. It was a comforting kiss. Not a heated one. Not the kind of kiss we exchanged while writhing beneath the sheets together. It was a kiss of assurance that I would be right there with him. Neither of us was doing this alone. We’d have each other’s backs.

Samuel pulled away. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

I gave him a quick kiss, then scrambled out of the truck. I let Samuel be the one to ring the doorbell. I wanted to make sure he was fully committed to this. No pressure from me.

Ivan answered the door; his mouth upturned into a beaming smile, and he sported raised eyebrows that showed his surprise. “You came!”

“That’s the general idea.” I smirked.

“Yes, yes … of course.” Ivan stepped back and ushered us into his impressive front entry and down a hallway to the massive kitchen. A marble quarry had been very busy with the flooring that ran straight through the house. Corey was perched on a stool at the vast island.

“Can I get either of you something to drink?” Ivan asked.

“Just water,” Samuel answered.

“Me too. Gotta stay hydrated,” I added.

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Corey laughed and spun his glass of wine on the counter before lifting it to his lips. I hoped he hadn’t been overindulging before our arrival. I liked my sexual partners sober.

I watched the bob of his throat as he swallowed. He seemed more gorgeous than usual now that I knew I’d be getting my hands on him. He caught me staring, lowered his glass, and smiled.

Samuel brushed past me and placed himself between Corey’s bent legs, then put his hands on Corey’s hips. Corey, as adorable as could be, bit his lower lip as he stared up at him.

My twin brother brushed his fingers through Corey’s dark curls above one ear. Ivan set his tumbler of dark liquid on the island counter as Samuel bent forward and kissed Corey.

It was a hot kiss. One filled with desire and need. I wandered closer and put my hand on Samuel’s shoulder. He broke off his kiss with Corey and turned to me.

Our lips met, and we proceeded to devour one another.

There was an audible gasp from Ivan.

“Hot … right?” Corey said to him, then edged in and caught the corner of our joined lips. Our three mouths met, tasting—giving and taking. Someone’s hand cupped my cock.

Corey needed to get off that stool.

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Twins Sawyer and Samuel are having their annual summer vacation with their mom’s stepbrother, Uncle Jesse. He lives alone in a cabin in the woods. Complete, glorious solitude.

They’ve been spending two weeks at the end of every summer at Uncle Jesse’s since they were ten. Those two weeks are always filled with reckless dirt biking and outrageous bonfires.

What starts out as innocent and nostalgic summer fun becomes increasingly intimate. Samuel sends a very clear signal to Sawyer. There are some needs that simply cannot be ignored.

When they’re caught fooling around by Uncle Jesse, Sawyer and Samuel are sent to the woodshed to be disciplined. They are quick to obey. After a vigorous switching, Uncle Jesse has other ideas. And the twins are right there begging for it.

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Riding on a rough and rocky dirt road through the trees was different than ripping around on a maintained motocross track. More jarring bumps, more scenery to look at. My twin brother, Samuel, and I were in our element, though. We had been riding this road to Crescent Lake Lodge since we first started motorbiking back when we were eleven.

Our parents would have been horrified that we had been allowed to go on our own into the forest. But that was the fun of staying with Uncle Jesse in the Canadian Okanagan for two weeks every summer. He gave us our freedom. Never tied us down. Allowed us to explore.

And the lodge was one of our favorite places. It took us almost two hours to get there and was inaccessible to most vehicles, but those who could reach it were treated to a large log structure that had been there for almost one hundred years, a small campsite, and the absolute best fries.

Plus, the craziest collection of old cars, signs, railway equipment, lanterns, and anything else that had been harvested near the property from the turn of the last century.

Our plan today wasn’t to camp. We made the trek today simply for the fries and a chance to enjoy the outdoors. By the time we arrived, we were sweaty and ready for a break.

After we parked our bikes and took off our helmets, Samuel pounded me on the shoulder, laughing. “My ass is going to be so sore,” he managed between chuckles.

“Bit of a rough ride,” I agreed.

“Always worth it.” Samuel led the way up the stairs and into the lodge. The scent of pine logs and lingering woodsmoke inside was immediate. I loved that smell. It was comfy and homey.

We walked toward the restaurant area and wove our way through the antique tables and chairs to reach the order counter. “Two fries,” Samuel said to the woman hovering there.

“And two beers,” I said. “Whatever you’ve got that’s local.”

“Can I see some ID?”

“Sure thing.” Samuel and I dug around in our jacket pockets and produced two sets of identification with two identical faces. We could swap, and no one would be the wiser.

After the woman checked the birth dates on our cards. Both cards, for some reason, as if we’d have different birthdays, she rang in our order on a brass cash register from the early 1900s. The ancient piece of equipment was for aesthetic purposes, lending to the old-world charm of the place.

The drawer likely contained cash, but beside it was a debit machine.

“That’ll be twenty-eight even.”

Samuel gripped my arm. “Your turn, Sawyer.”

“Sure.” I nudged him out of the way and tapped my debit card on the screen.

“Find a seat,” the woman said. “I’ll bring everything out to you.”

Once we chose a table with a view of the lake, stripped out of our leather jackets, and slung them over the backs of two chairs. We took seats across from one another.

“I wish we had more than a week’s holiday,” Samuel said.

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“We were lucky to both get time off work at all. Two weeks would have been asking a bit much of Mitchell.” Mitchell was our boss at the motorcycle repair shop where we worked when we weren’t in class at the university. He already accommodated our schedule a lot.

Going to see Uncle Jesse at the end of summer was a tradition, though. One we had no intention of breaking. We’d started spending two weeks in our mom’s stepbrother’s home in the woods from the time we were ten. It was always a wild time with dirt bikes, ATVs, and bonfires.

Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

“Was hoping it would be cooler today,” I said.

“Not much chance of that. Cools off quick at night, though.”

“S’mores around the bonfire tonight?” I grinned at him. Stupid question. It wasn’t a successful bonfire unless something was cooked on it. Hot dogs or s’mores. Both would do.

“As long as you don’t wipe your chocolatey hands on my jeans again, sure.”

I smirked and snorted. Things had gotten a bit rough between us last night. What started as a nice, peaceful evening around the fire turned into a wrestling match on the mulch.

Uncle Jesse hadn’t stepped in to stop us. He’d simply laughed, watching us with a beer near his lips. I think beer might have been the problem. Although Samuel and I had been rolling around, trying to best one another since we were kids. It was different now, though. Ever since we had double-teamed our neighbor, our relationship felt more high-strung, as if we were holding back.

I could still remember the taste of my twin brother’s lips. The feel of his naked body in front of me as he fucked our shared conquest. Holding Samuel’s thrusting hips, my cock riding his crease, and kissing the back of his neck had flipped a switch in me.

I didn’t know what to do with it. Neither did Samuel. He’d been keeping his distance.

We dug in after our fries and beer were delivered to the table. The crispy potatoes were heaven. In unison, we hummed as we ate. Only stopping to wash them down with what tasted like an IPA. The bottle said it was brewed on Vancouver Island. Not local … but close enough.

“I gotta take a piss before we head back out,” Samuel said as he stood and wiped his hands on one of the two thin napkins we’d been given.

“Me too. Take a walk through the museum before we go?”

“Of course.”

I finished my beer and rubbed as much grease off my fingers as I could. The washrooms were on the outside of the building at the back. We left through the rear door and headed for them.

The men’s washroom contained one toilet in a cubicle, a shower stall next to it, and one urinal. Samuel beat me to the urinal. I wandered close to him as he dug his dick out of his pants.

His cock was identical to mine. He looked over his shoulder at me, his chest heaving for some reason as his gaze wandered my face. I stepped up to the urinal and pulled my cock out.

I swear to God, my brother shivered.

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As he started his stream, so did I. He leaned against my shoulder and redirected his dick, so we were spilling in one combined flow. It felt dirty and exhilarating. I touched my cockhead to his to really amp things up. He felt firm and warm. I tapped his cap with mine a couple of times.

The sound he made was so sweet.

Eventually, the confusing experience came to an end as we drained our bladders.

Without a word, we tucked our cocks away, washed our hands, and left the washroom. There was an absence of our usual chatter as we meandered through the antiques we had seen so many times before over the years. The quiet continued as we mounted our bikes.

Thankfully, the ride back didn’t facilitate an opportunity for us to speak. We drove straight back to Uncle Jesse’s without stopping. The late summer sun was making its way behind the surrounding mountains as we pulled our bikes into the shed behind the house.

This house felt as familiar as our family home. Uncle Jesse had been a constant in our lives from the time we were born. Sure, he was Mom’s stepbrother, but she’d grown up with him from the time she was three, and he was twelve. He was family as family could be.

His house was a complete retreat from the city. A log home in the wilderness with not a single neighbor for miles. Uncle Jesse lived there alone. I don’t think he’d ever had a partner.

I shut the shed door. Still no talking. Pretty sure Samuel was busy processing as much as I was. We’d never done that before; touched dicks.

Sure, we’d jerked off in front of one another. What teenage boy hadn’t pumped his cock amongst friends? I rolled my eyes as we mounted the stairs to the back door of the house.

Okay, Samuel had been the only one I’d ever done that with. Didn’t mean we should take this newfound closeness further. Or maybe the time had come. Maybe this was meant to be.

“You boys have a good ride?” Uncle Jesse had a roasted chicken in front of him, and he was ripping it apart like a starving animal. Some chicken ended up on a plate—some in his mouth.

“As rough as I remember it,” Samuel replied. “You’d think after all these years, someone would go up there and smooth that road out. They might get more business if they did.”

“Maybe they don’t want a lot of traffic up there,” I countered.

Samuel tipped his head at me. “Yeah, maybe.”

I looked at the plate of chicken and the bag of buns. It was one of my favorite dinners, but I wasn’t hungry. I needed a shower, and I needed to close my eyes and think.

“I’m gonna grab a shower,” Samuel said.

I sighed.

Beat me again.

“I’ll get in after you.” I briefly considered following him upstairs into the bathroom. Stripping off and joining him under the hot spray of the shower. Feeling his body against mine again.

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I shook my head.

No.

Samuel would never feel comfortable with that. What he’d initiated in the lodge’s washroom had been a bold move for him. I knew his soul as well as I knew my own. He wanted more of a connection between us, but he wasn’t sure how much … or how to ask for it.

I waited in my underwear, sitting on the lower bunk of the room we shared every summer. The bottom bunk was Samuel’s. I was up top. We’d flipped a coin for it when we were ten.

When Samuel came into the bedroom, a towel around his waist, I collected my clean underwear and vacated the space. The bathroom was steamy and smelled of Samuel’s body wash.

The intoxicating scent filled my senses as I stepped beneath the spray. My cock responded to the image of my brother having been naked in this very space only minutes before.

Groaning, I stroked my stiffening shaft a couple of times, then thought better of it. I wanted—no, needed to sport a hard-on in front of my twin brother. It was an aching kind of need.

I needed Samuel to know I was desperate for him after what we had shared. Both this afternoon and when we fucked our neighbor. I wanted to feel his lips on mine again.

Scrubbed as clean as I was willing to take the time to do, I exited the shower, dried myself off, yanked on my fresh underwear, and headed for the bedroom.

Samuel was lying on the lower bunk, only wearing his boxers, his chest bare. It was rising and falling faster than the image he was trying to present of his being asleep.

I knew he wasn’t. He’d been waiting for me.

After I shut the door behind me, I crossed the room. Samuel rolled onto his back and opened his eyes. A fire ignited in them as his gaze fell on me.

I didn’t need to ask him what he needed. I knew. Samuel’s bed creaked as I ducked beneath the upper bunk and crawled onto it. Straddling his thighs, I looked down at him.

His lips parted, then his pink tongue nipped out and licked the bottom one. I planted my hands on either side of his head and leaned down enough to make our breath mingle.

“This is what you want,” I said.

Samuel simply nodded. It was all the assurance I needed. I pressed my lips to his and moaned deep and low as he swept his hands into my damp hair and made every attempt to consume my mouth. He was a man possessed. My twin—for me. Samuel clung to clumps of my hair and thrust his tongue past my lips. His heels came to rest on my ass, and he pulled me to him.

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His cock was as hard as mine. I layered my chest on him, thrilled with the panting breaths he was taking as we devoured one another. He separated his legs, and I found my place between his thighs. I ground my cock against Samuel’s, and his hips rose to increase the friction.

He released my mouth, and his lips found their way to the soft skin behind my ear. His breath was hot and damp. He wrapped his legs around me and grabbed onto my ass.

“Make me cum,” he whispered.

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After a long day of motocross racing, our new upstairs neighbor stops in to introduce himself and ensure he’s not annoying us by making too much noise while he’s moving in.

The guy, Corey, is so gorgeous, there’s no way either of us would find him annoying. My twin brother, Samuel, decides to be forward and asks him if he needs any help.

Hint … hint.

Corey picks up what my brother is putting down and invites us to his apartment for some evening entertainment. We’ve never done this before, been with someone at the same time.

Sure, my twin brother and I have kissed. Every young gay guy needs to practice. But that was years ago. We’re in college now. Are we ready to embark on a shared experience?

If we do this … will it open a door we never want to close?

The white flag waved furiously as I passed the starting point, going into the final circuit of the last moto. Another half a mile and I would be taking home this year’s motocross championship.

I cranked my throttle, took a berm turn, flew, and then got some serious controlled air as I navigated a double jump. Then another berm turn and a section of rollers.

I took a quick peek over my shoulder. My twin brother, Samuel, was half a bike’s length behind me and kept creeping forward, then falling back, almost passing me each time.

His speed and technique were impressive as usual. He was the only other person in the competition I needed to worry about. As in most things, we liked to compete with one another.

The crazier the competition, the better.

Our mom called us the wild ones.

I pulled ahead during a rhythm section, then dug hard through a series of turns. Tucked my bike as I lifted it through a step-up. Then a step-down, landing it with style.

More hard turns. A drop-off, snaking turns with an acceleration chop, and an annoying string of braking bumps made it difficult to pick up speed for the double jump, but I cruised through it with perfection, showing off with a gorgeous up-nac pose after checking I was clear to do one. I was a bit of a showoff and confident I could afford a few seconds.

Ahead was the finish line, and I focused on it. The noise of all the motorbikes was incredible, everyone pushing their machines to propel them into the lead. They didn’t stand a chance.

Samuel snuck up beside me out of nowhere. I leaned forward and yanked the throttle. So did my brother. We skidded through the final sharp turn, barely keeping it together, then gunned it.

I wasn’t sure whose chest crossed the line first. It was too close for us to tell. We drove down the course a few feet to clear a space for the other participants to finish the race.

Once everyone was across, we rode back to the start line, removed our helmets, and waited. A few marshals formed a tight huddle, watching the photo finish that would decide who would win. When they broke, I sucked in a breath. My epic trick might have cost me the cup.

“The first-place winner, having come in first in this final moto and with an overall total of forty-seven points, is … Sawyer Carter!”

I grinned, soaking in the crowd cheering wildly for me. As I turned and waved at them, Samuel leapt at me, wrapped his arms around my neck, and jerked me around.

What an absolute rush. For the third year in a row, I won. Before that, my twin brother had kept shutting me out. Samuel slung his arm around my shoulders once he released my neck.

I touched my head to his, then went to collect my trophy and take my place on the winners’ podium. It was only because my final moto had put me in first place that I won the championship. My brother had won the first race but muffed the second by a fraction of a second.

Those were the rules.

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“The second-place winner with an overall total of forty-seven points is … Samuel Carter!” After that announcement, I whistled with the shrillest sound I could manage. My brother wandered to the podium, grinning, and took his place beside me … where he belonged.

Always together. Always by my side.

After the third-place competitor was announced, we posed for never-ending photos, then the crowds calmed down, and we headed toward our parents.

Mom was practically bouncing on her toes as we approached. Beyond thrilled. Our biggest cheerleader. Despite our MX kit being covered in dirt, she hugged us both, squeezing way too hard as our helmets dangled against her back, and we held her one after the other.

Her excitement felt damned good. We were beaming by the time Dad gave us one of his toxic masculinity, single-arm hugs. Our dad … in his mind, couldn’t be seen as emotional over our wins.

The acknowledgment he did offer us would be good enough. My twin brother and I had learned to accept what he had to give. We hadn’t exactly turned out the way he hoped.

“I’m so proud of you boys.” Mom had tears in her eyes as she spoke. She cupped each of our faces. Faces that to the uninitiated were identical. Sleek dark blond hair, high cheekbones, and pale blue eyes. Only close friends and family could tell us apart.

A fact we used on many occasions while in high school. Even now in college, there were some subjects in which one of us excelled over the other, deciding who would sit which exams.

It was perfect.

I pounded Samuel’s back as we guided our bikes to our truck. There was a closeness between us that only twins would understand. It felt as if we were joined on a soul-deep cosmic level.

We shared our lives. Lived in the same cramped apartment, jointly owned our new-to-us truck, worked part-time at a motorcycle repair shop, and took the same courses to get the same degree. Chances were, we would set up a company together once we were done with school.

Our passion was working on motorbikes, but we had promised our parents we would complete a university degree in business before we opened a repair shop of our own.

Probably for the best. Running a business would put what we were learning into practice. Both in school and at the motorcycle shop. We had time. Time to learn … and time to play.

And we both liked to play. The college was the perfect place to pick up guys. The gay ones were out and proud, easy to spot, and the curious ones came to us, ready to experiment.

Much to our dad’s disappointment, it was obvious since kindergarten which side we likely preferred to butter our bread on. Of course, it wasn’t a given that both of us would be gay.

We’d just gotten lucky.

Still, coming out as gay at seventeen had taken a lot of courage. Especially since our parents had been allowing boys to sleep over for much of our teenage years.

If they’d caught us and found out what we’d been up to with some of our overnight guests, they would have grounded us for life. Some of the things we’d done still fueled us.

Before we headed to our apartment, we dropped off our bikes at our parents’ house, tucking them safely into their garage. We lived only 10 minutes from our parents in a three-story walk-up. We could have continued to live at home while we were going to college.

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It would have saved money, but we decided it would cramp our style. We each brought home quite a few men each week. Samuel, not as many as me. Of the two of us, he was on the shy side.

Me … I was gregarious to a fault.

I was aware of the guys my twin brother brought into his bedroom. They tended to be on the slender, willowy side, whereas I preferred the muscular jocks.

We’d been propositioned to complete a threesome on occasion over the years. We always turned them down. It was a bridge we hadn’t felt comfortable crossing.

Yet.

I had been thinking about it.

I just wasn’t sure how to broach the subject with Samuel.

At home, Samuel showered first while I wiped down our leather MX kit. When he came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, my gaze went straight to the long scar on his left arm.

My twin brother had wiped out while practicing a few years ago. He’d received a bad break that required surgery. He’d been worried it was the end of his motocross competing days.

Hardly.

I smirked at him.

He raised one eyebrow. “What?”

“Just admiring how hot you are.”

Samuel chuckled. “Funny.”

He headed for his bedroom, and I replaced him in the bathroom for my shower. Later, dressed and in the kitchen, we settled in to make dinner together. We decided on cheeseburgers.

Easy and quick. We were both starving after competing for hours.

Samuel cooked the cheese-topped patties as I prepared the toasted buns, tomato slices, and condiments. I dug around in the fridge for the leftover cooked bacon from breakfast.

Everything ready, we created our towers of goodness and sat at the kitchen table to eat them. We had just finished our second burger when someone knocked on our door.

Not sure who it could be. We hadn’t buzzed anyone in.

“I’ll start the dishes,” Samuel said and rose to his feet. “You get the door.”

“Good deal.” I bounded toward the door, curiosity piquing my interest in who our mystery visitor might be. I hoped it wasn’t someone who’d snuck in to sell stuff.

I pulled open the door, and I swear my mouth dropped open.

Holy crap.

Standing in front of me was a guy about our age … and fucking gorgeous. Dark curly hair, a perky button nose, sultry brown eyes, and lips so kissable I was afraid I’d start drooling. I didn’t care if he was there to sell us stuff. I’d buy everything he had on him.

“Who is it?” Samuel stepped up beside me. He gripped my arm. “Jeezus.”

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The guy’s gaze darted back and forth between the two of us, his eyes widening. He kept blinking, his mouth popping open and closed.

After Samuel’s initial evaluation of our visitor, no one was speaking.

The beautiful man cleared his throat. “Sorry to bother you.”

I smirked at him. “You’re no bother at all.” And winked at him.

Did I mention, I’m shameless.

He pointed toward the ceiling. “I just moved in.”

Samuel leaned against the doorframe. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

The guy looked down at his hands that were now fiddling in front of his abs; obviously flustered. He was adorable. More Samuel’s speed, but I’d be into taking him for a ride.

I touched my chest. “I’m Sawyer. My much uglier brother is Samuel.”

“Right.” He cleared his slender throat. “I’m Corey. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t annoying you.” He shook our hands. His palms were soft and smooth … and gloriously warm.

“How could you possibly annoy us?” I asked.

“I’m moving a lot of stuff around above you.”

“Need any help?” Samuel asked, which made me grin. My, wasn’t he being forward.

Corey chewed on the inside of his cheek as he looked at Samuel and then me. Our gaze, taking him in, must have been incredibly hungry, because he surprised me.

“Is that code for something else?” he asked. “Cuz, I’d be into that. I’ve been moving all day, and I’m so sick of it. I could use a break. And twins … who could pass that up?”

Samuel pushed off the doorframe. “We don’t do that … together.”

I gripped my brother’s forearm and looked at him. “Maybe we shouldn’t be so hasty.”

This was the perfect time to talk about this. When we were teenagers, we shared a bedroom. Listening to Samuel be fucked by his latest conquest across the room had always made me curious.

We shared everything else … why not men?

Samuel furrowed his brow at me, then looked at Corey. “Could you give us a second?”

Corey nodded, and Samuel closed the door, separating us from him. In the privacy of our front entry, he tilted his head to one side. “What are you suggesting?”

“I don’t want to decide who gets to fuck him. He’s interested in both of us.”

Samuel crossed his arms. “But together … we’ve never done that.”

“I’ve thought about it.”

My twin brother’s eyebrows shot up. “You have?”

“And you haven’t?” I shoved his shoulder. “I don’t believe that.”

Samuel sighed. “Of course, I have. But not in a fucking you sort of way.”

I shook my head. “Me either. But we could share Corey.”

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“How?”

“Spit roast the hell out of him.”

Samuel grinned at me. “Okay, that sounds intriguing enough to sway me.”

I popped open our front door. Thankfully, Corey was still standing there.

“Did you decide?” he asked. “I could use double the attention today.”

I touched Corey’s shoulder and then ran my fingers through his wild, unruly hair. He pursed his lips at me and leaned into my touch. We needed to decide where and when to do this.

“Ours or yours?” Samuel asked, reading my mind.

“My queen-sized mattress is still on the floor,” Corey answered. “Might be easier for three of us to maneuver if we’re not worried about falling off a bed.”

“When?” I asked and released Corey.

“Give me half an hour to have a shower and clean myself up for the two of you.”

I swear, I growled. Corey was ticking all the boxes for an entertaining evening. Not that I minded bottoming, but unlike my brother, I was more toppy than he was.

His calls of “Harder” often made it to my bedroom through the walls. Always made my cock hard. I’d stroked myself off to the sound of Samuel fucking a multitude of times over the years.

“We’ll be up in thirty,” I said to Corey.

He flashed a devious smile at both of us. “Sweet.”

Pretty sure we both watched Corey’s perfect ass as he headed for the stairs. Samuel groaned and twisted back into the living room, running a hand through his hair. He dropped onto our worn leather couch and raked both hands through his blond strands.

He looked up at me. “What are we doing?”

I sat beside him. “Experimenting. We share everything else. Why not this?”

Samuel leaned against my shoulder. “I’m all in. That guy has my cock so fucking hard.”

I placed my hand on his thigh. “Me too.” Sighing, I rolled my eyes, overwhelmed with thoughts of my brother on the mattress upstairs with me, taking turns fucking Corey.

My insides felt as though an explosion of fireworks were about to be set off. Waiting for the 30 minutes we promised Corey would be agony.

Samuel nuzzled against my cheek and then kissed it. It sent shivers down my spine. As young teenagers, we had played around with practicing kissing. We’d left it behind as we aged.

Now, I knew it was on Samuel’s mind.

My brother touched my chin and turned my head. I clung to his arm as he brushed his lips across mine. The kiss that followed was soft and tentative, unsure. I broke the agony of him wondering if he’d made a mistake by grasping his neck and deepening the kiss.

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It was an odd sensation kissing someone who was anatomically identical. Like you were kissing yourself. Except that Samuel had his own technique different than mine. He was a soulful kisser. Deep and seductive. Whereas I leaned toward being aggressive … hungrier.

The give-and-take of our differences made the kiss beyond memorable. Samuel shuffled closer and gripped my face. Another move, and he straddled my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him. My brother was my best friend. Nothing about this felt wrong.

Samuel slipped his tongue into my mouth, exploring. I tangled my tongue with his, tasting him. I brushed my hands up his spine to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Then back down and tugged his hips forward until our hard cocks were pressed together. He rocked against me, moaning. My urgency to take it further surged.

We were getting too worked up. We needed to save all this sexual tension for Corey. He was going to be our plaything tonight. I broke the kiss and kept my forehead on Samuel’s.

“That was perfect,” I said.

“Not sure why we ever stopped kissing.”

“Advanced onto fucking guys, I guess.”

Samuel set a quick kiss on my lips. “I’ve missed it.”

I ran my hand through his hair. “Me too.” I brushed my hand across his shoulder and down his arm as he leaned back. “Want to game before we head upstairs?”

“Might be a good distraction.” My brother clambered off me, his cock tenting his pants. My touch and the anticipation of fucking Corey had done that to him.

I got my mind off my twin brother’s dick and into the motocross racing game, wanting to win as I’d done in real life. Not so lucky. Samuel tore out ahead of me and over the finish line time after time. I lifted my phone to look at the clock. Half an hour had passed.

“Time to head up there?” Samuel asked.

I popped off the couch. “Can’t wait to get my hands on that tight little body of his.”

My brother grinned at me. “Don’t be greedy, Sawyer.”

We crowded one another as we hurried toward the door. “I promise to share.”

After locking our door, we jogged up the stairs to the third floor. I tapped on Corey’s door and then turned to Samuel. His lips were on mine before I even had a chance to suggest I needed another kiss from him.

“Jeezus, that’s hot.” Corey’s whispering voice from the doorway was low and sultry, turning to a whimper of sorts as Samuel and I continued our all-consuming kiss.

Realizing we would never be sated when it came to one another, we took a reluctant break and turned our attention to Corey, both of us breathing heavily.

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I approached Corey, leaned down, and took his beautiful mouth with mine. When he was sufficiently weak, I released him to Samuel, who dismantled him further.

Corey was trembling as he took one of our hands each, walked backward, and led us into his apartment. It was a mess of boxes and haphazardly arranged furniture.

We bypassed those and headed straight for the bedroom.

Corey wasn’t wasting any time. As promised, the boxspring and mattress were on the floor, dressed with a simple bottom sheet and a mess of towels.

I stroked my fingers down Corey’s spine, making him quiver. I fingered the bottom edge of Corey’s shirt, then lifted it off over his head. I tossed it on the floor, tucked my lips against his ear, and gripped his bare shoulders.

“We are going to fill you so full.”

The only answer from Corey was a groan.

Samuel sank to his knees at my side and undid the tie on Corey’s sweatpants. As he pulled them down, he kissed the trimmed patch of Corey’s pubes above his cock. Corey was going commando, and his dick sprang free. Samuel ran his nose up its length, inhaling.

I joined my twin brother in caressing Corey’s cock with our lips. Samuel darted his tongue out and licked his velvety shaft from root to tip. I copied him, dragging my tongue alongside Samuel’s. Corey tasted like natural soap mixed with incredible musk.

We were soon licking him as though we were sharing a popsicle. Our tongues touched, and we changed our focus, deliberately alternating between Corey’s dick and kissing one another.

Corey ran his hands through our hair and clenched handfuls.

We sank onto our haunches, looking at one another. I gripped the bottom of Samuel’s shirt and lifted it off over his head. Once I discarded it, he dispensed with mine. We rose to our feet, and Samuel unlatched my jeans. I returned the favor. We each stripped out of our pants and underwear. It had been years since I’d seen my brother naked.

We were identical in every way.

His cock was as thick as mine with the same slight curve to the right. Corey dropped to his knees and gripped our cocks. He gave our cocks equal attention, sucking and jacking. We each had a hand in Corey’s hair, encouraging him to take our dicks deeper into his mouth.

Samuel pulled away. “On the bed,” he said to Corey.

“Your head at the bottom end so my brother can keep fucking that beautiful mouth.”

Corey was quick to move, struggling to his feet and arranging himself on the bed, his head hanging over the edge of the foot of the mattress. Samuel had to kneel because the bed was on the floor, but he was soon feeding Corey his cock and pumping it into him.

I headed to the center of the bed, lay on my stomach, and lifted Corey’s legs, exposing his perfect pink hole. I shuffled closer and swiped my tongue across the tight ridges. It drew tighter, and Corey moaned and then relaxed. I wet my index finger and pierced him.

So warm and soft.

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I withdrew and returned with my tongue, licking and prodding until Corey’s hole started to open for me. I slicked up and sucked on my fragrant conquest. The taste of him was heady.

I wet two fingers and dug deep inside him, finding the ecstasy button of flesh. Corey squirmed, his ass opening and closing on my fingers.

A shiver ran up my spine. His throaty vocalizations would be making their way up my brother’s dick. My actions were giving Samuel pleasure. My cock throbbed at the thought.

My attention turned to Corey’s balls. I sucked each one into my mouth as I played with his prostate. Then took his cock into my mouth and worked it over with skill. My move up Corey’s body placed me beneath Samuel. I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.

I retreated. I needed to get inside Corey. Before I had a chance to go looking for lube, Samuel gripped my face as he managed to balance on one arm. His hips slowed. He withdrew from Corey’s mouth and climbed over him until he was straddling Corey’s chest.

“Share, Sawyer. I want to taste him too.”

I gave my brother a cocky smile. “What’s mine is yours.”

Chest to chest, we fulfilled our desire for one another, Samuel using his tongue to taste everywhere there might be a remnant of Corey’s essence on me.

He ended the exploration with a long, sensuous kiss.

I cupped my brother’s face and pulled back. “Let’s fuck him.” When Samuel nodded, I went in search of lube. I found it in a small moving box after Corey's guidance.

“Hands and knees,” Samuel said to Corey.

Corey scurried up the bed and positioned himself. I squirted a dollop of lube into Samuel’s hand and one into mine. We stroked our cocks slowly, coating them in unison, not able to keep from watching one another. Our attention alternated between each other’s cocks and our eyes.

I took the initiative to be first and knelt behind Corey. I was surprised when Samuel helped me guide my dick to Corey’s hole, wrapping his hand around mine. I slipped my hand away and let my brother press my cock into Corey. He went back to stroking his as I slid in.

Gripping Corey’s hips, I withdrew and then snapped forward. He swore and tipped his ass up.

“Do me hard,” he said.

I grinned.

That I could do.

It would be a competition between brothers to see who could force the most sound from Corey. Samuel put his hand on my lower back, riding my thrusts, as I pounded Corey into submission. The man we were sharing was loud, swearing, and yelling for more.

The sight, sounds, and physical sensations rocked me to my core as I drilled into Corey’s ass with my brother touching me, encouraging me. I continued until sweat was dripping from me.

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Samuel tapped my shoulder. He wanted to switch out. I didn’t blame him. Corey had a beautiful hole. So willing and hungry. I moved out of the way and let my brother in.

I had already worked his hole open with my dick. Samuel slid right in.

“Fuck.” My twin brother threw his head back. “He’s perfect.”

I became mesmerized by the movement of Samuel’s hips, watching each time his cock disappeared inside Corey. I needed to be closer. I shifted until I was behind Samuel, straddling his legs, my chest to his back. He sighed and tipped his head to one side as I kissed his shoulder.

Each time he withdrew from Corey, my hard dick pressed hard against his lower back. I wrapped my arms around my brother’s waist, soaking in the connection between us.

I felt like I was joining him in fucking Corey.

The room disappeared as I rode Samuel’s movements as he hammered away.

“Jeezus … fuck.” Samuel’s hips jammed forward. I clung to him as his entire body quivered and he filled Corey’s ass. He pumped slower until his hips were still. I shuffled back while he moved out of the way. As I slid into Corey’s slick, wet hole, my brother fed Corey his cock.

Corey slurped and sucked, and I took a firm grip of one of his hips and the back of his neck and enjoyed the feel of my brother’s cum in him, my dick slipping in it.

It gave me an incredible rush.

I grunted and pummeled Corey until he dropped my twin brother’s thickening cock from his mouth and yelled at me to wreck him. I changed my angle and thrashed him with everything I had. My brother had elicited a steady stream of loud groans from him, but nothing compared to what I was doing. Corey turned almost feral, frantic for more from me.

When he came, his channel tightening and pulsing on my dick, I almost joined him. I wanted to milk him first, fuck every drop of cum out of him. I drilled him hard until I couldn’t hold off any longer. I yelled as a coil in my gut released, and I flooded his hole.

I was panting as the final wave flew through me. Not wanting to leave the sticky warmth, I pumped my hips slowly. Soon, too sensitive to continue, I sat back on my heels.

Samuel joined me, kneeling beside me, admiring Corey’s thrashed hole. I stuck my finger in it and moaned and closed my eyes at the feel of our combined cum in him.

My twin brother’s finger joined mine. We could enjoy this together. I quivered, almost losing my ability to breathe when my brother withdrew his finger and put it in his mouth.

“Jeezus,” I whispered and gripped his face. “Share.”

We forgot all about Corey as we kissed and wandered through one another’s mouths with our tongues. Our upstairs lover joined us after touching our shoulders. We took turns devouring his mouth. His lips were full and wet as we took our time with him. Sharing him.

As it should be.

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Needing a break, we lay down on the bed, Corey between us. His head was on my chest, his arm across my abdomen. Samuel was behind him, chest to Corey’s back.

With my outstretched arm, Corey’s hair dusted, I was able to stroke my fingers through my twin brother’s hair. The look in his eyes … we’d be doing this again.

And maybe more. There was no denying our desire for one another.

Time would tell.

We’d opened a door neither one of us wanted to go back through.

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